A.B. Boatman

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2024

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Me” by A.B. Boatman

Submitted to Contest #249

I was startled and my steps stuttered as an engine revved a few streets away. My strides evened out again as the sound echoed off the concrete of the buildings and streets, too loud, stuttering in short bursts. It created a cacophony, rushing through the canyons of the city, the buildings attempting to contain the explosive sound, until it subsided and faded into the general hum of urban noise. I stared just ahead of my feet, mind blank, looking but not seeing, as the dingy concrete flowed by in a river of beige and grey blandness. The...

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“Swing” by A.B. Boatman

Submitted to Contest #246

She had held a visceral memory of the thrill of a smooth, sleek slide; the rush of air, the slight drop in her stomach, gliding swiftly towards the ground. It was nothing like the experience she was currently having. Gravity could no longer overcome the resistance her weight created; not as easily as it could when she was eight years old and sixty pounds. She was straining, using the squeaking heels of her shoes to pull her body forward. It felt challenging just to reach the steepest part of the decline in the yellow plastic tube. She ...

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“Behind the shelf” by A.B. Boatman

Submitted to Contest #244

Grey shadows seemed to move at the edge of my vision, like something was watching me; something I would never be able to catch in the act. Like whispers just behind a curtain. I brought my attention back to the photograph in my hand. It was a vaguely familiar face; large, bright eyes of grey blue, framed by glasses that complimented the shape of her face; stark eyebrows against pale skin. A wide, easy smile. She was undeniably beautiful. And it was undeniably me that was next to her. The problem was, I had no clu...

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“Untethered” by A.B. Boatman

Submitted to Contest #243

Dani felt untethered. It was like the drop of her stomach during a sudden fall. But without context. Was she falling? She had the sense that the space around her was somehow falling with her. Her understanding was fragmented, coming to her in pieces. Nausea. Dizziness. For a brief instant, she imagined she could sense the space around her, viscerally. Everything seemed to be coming to her through intense colors and sensations. It felt jarring to open her eyes, even the smallest amount. The air felt stale; rec...

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